Strike that! reverse it Chords

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[Verse 1]
[C#]Goodness, [C]is that the time?
Our schedule [G]has no room [C]for intros
[G]Languid and [C]rubato
[C#]Accelerate right to the verse
And [G]play it molto presto [C]and [F]stac[Db]cato
What [Gb]zig -zag roads and fickle [Db]fates
Have led you to my chocolate gates
I'm sure the stories would enthrall
But [Gb]time is racing by us all
I'd love to rhyme a riddle or two
But there's [Cb]so much time,
so little [Cbm]to do[G#dim]
So much [G#m]time, so little to do
[G#dim]Peace! St[G#m]rike t[D]hat!
Reverse it!
[C#]I meant the ot[F#]her way![D][G#m][C#]
It [F#]doesn't take a Sigmund [C#]Freud
to say
I'm charmed and overjoyed
But pardon if I start to fret,
we've [F#]not begun [C#]our [F#]journey yet
No time to borrow or delay,
what's [Cb]here tomorrow's
gone [Abm]today[Abdim]
What's [Cbm]here tomorrow's gone today
[D]Whoops! Strike that!
Reverse it!
My [Db]tongue has feet of [Gb]clay
You've bit the tasteless world
due to [Cb]chew the goo [Abm]await ing you
But [Db]scurry,
[Gb]for the one clock keeps [Cb]ticking
Inside [Eb]those [Ab]doors,
the [Eb]floors are [Ab]sweet.
There's [Db]rugs and carpets
you can eat.
[D]And best of a[Ab]ll, the wallpaper needs licking!
[Db]This day o[Gb]f punctuality
[Db]is scheduled to the nth degree.
I wish that there was time
to share my [Gb]thoughts on make -up,
clothes [Ebm]and ha[Gb]ir.
Madam! [Db]Oh, yes?
[Bbm]Sine qua n[Gb]on and entre nous,
[Gbaug]Your foot is o[Gb]n the[Cb] other shoe[Cbm].
Oh my God!
[A]Please [D]strike that!
Reverse it!
Let's [Abm]get on [C#]with our [F#]day!
Frau [Eb]Klute![Bbm]
[Eb]Oh, Mr. Wonka!
Guten Tag! [C]Willkommen!
And you must be Augustus!
Goodness,
you look [A]so fantastically healthy!
I could eat you up!
Except I'm on a diet!
[A]Speaking of diets...
[D]I must confiscate your sausage!
But that's my lunch!
Not anymore!
You [A]may go first, but lose the bird!
That's [G]that, because I [D]love him!
To [G]lead our group, Augustus!
[Bm]For [D]who could [A]lose s[D]ight of him?
Yes, who could [A]lose sight [D]of him?
Wonka! [Bb]Sir Robert Salt!
Salt, salty nuts!
Pleased to meet you, [Eb]Bob!
Peanut [Eb]Business treat
ing you [Eb]well!
Well, actually, it's Oh, interesting...
[Bb]We c[A]ould talk al[Bb]l day,
except we [Bbm]won't.
No, I'm [Bb]jok ing, of course.
I'm fascinated by [Eb]nuts.
[Bbm]I used to [Bb]be one myself.
[G]And who's this adorable
tart [D]in a tutu? [G]Booker!
I like the wart.
[D]The wart is two Cs, [Gb]I've got one.
One wart? One C!
[Db]I see. You see! [Bbm]You see. Okay. I see. I say.
[Eb]You are gonna be fun.
It's a [Bb]pleasure, dear,
to have you here.
Where [Gb]did you [Cb]get that [Abm]mink?
Are you for real?
It's baby [Eb]sealed,
it's clubbed and tickled [G]pink.
It's clubbed and [D]tickled,
[G]clubbed and tickled,
clubbed and [D]tickled [G]pink!
Eugene Beauregard,
please smile for the camera.
And [Bbm]I guess you already know
the Double Bubble Duchess.
[C]Delighted to meet you,
[F]Your Grace.
And what is it exactly that [Bb]you do?
[Gb]I chill.
[A]Same gum for the last
three years.
That's quite an achievement.
It's a jaw [C]-popping world record.
She's got her own TV show,
Line of Perfume,
and we are opening boutiques
all over the world.
Isn't she something?
She's certainly something,
Mr. Beauregard.
I'm just not sure [C]what.
Hey, just let me [C]in.
I'm here to win.
You like to beat your drum.
[A]Your confidence is [Adim]quite intense,
but [C#]just don't jump for [F#]gum.
Don't jump! Don't jump!
Just don't [F]jump and [A#]go![E#]
[F#]Pow! Pow!
Bye -bye, blubber [B]boy!
Good heavens!
[F#]Out of my way, old man!
Oh, Mike [B]Cole, play nice now!
[A]Mike, TV,
[D]aren't you the boy who
got his golden [G]ticket
by hacking into my computers?
[Eb]Now, Mr. [Ab]Wonka,
[Abm]those are just allegations.
[E]So, Mike, the [Bbdim]brain,
you must explain [E]just [Cdim]how you
cracked my [A]system.
Shut up, Wookie!
I'm trying to [D]shoot the [Db]faggot shoot!
I missed [Gb]him!
Fat shoot!
Missed him! It [D]seems that I've left
someone out.
Who else is [G]there?
Now give a shout!
I'm Mr. [D]Wonka, I'm the last.
He's least [Gdim]the last to join
our [G]cast.
Who are you?
[Cbm]Charlie Bucket, [G]sir.
Oh, [Cbm]yes.[Cb]
Aren't you the boy
who got his golden ticket
at the very last moment?
Don't leave it so late next time.
[A]And you[D] must be Grandpa Joe.
At your service, sir.
And Rapture [D]an d Charlie [Db]are overjoined.
Is [Ddim]something wrong?[Db]
It's nothing, sir.
Oh, nothing is al[Gb]ways something, Charlie.
[A]Except when a person makes
something out of nothing.
[A]Now, what is it with you?
[A]I don't know.
Are you the sort of boy
who [C]makes something out of nothing?
[C]No, sir.
It's just... you're not what
I expected.
That's a coincidence.
[F]I'm [C#]not what I expected either[C].
Now, Mrs. Buck[F]et,
Salt and Beauregard,
[Db]Madame TV and Chatzi G[G]loop,
[C]you're visitors in
my backyard
when shepherd[Db]ing this [C#aug]tiny troop.
And so I [E]look for you
to lead your future generation[A]s.
I must in[Eb]sist you [Abm]hear
and heed my [Ebdim]rules and reg[F#]ulations!
[B]Guns![C][C#]
Outside my doors you're free to
do the charming things
that make you you
The traits that make you each a kid,
a [Bbm]mirror [Bb]of your parent's [Bbm]id
But [F#]once inside you must obey,
do [Cb]as I do, not [Abdim]as I say
[D]Don't strike that!
Re[D]verse it!
[Db]Oh, the [Abm]games the [Db]mind can p[Gb]lay
Which [Db]way to the buffet?
[Gb]I'd [G]love to lounge
in lollygag
and give each [D]tongue the chance to wag
But I must get you all to sign this [G]contract
on the dotted line
There's no reprimes,
the wait time flies,
to dot the t's and [Adim]cross the i's
Don't strike that!
Reverse it, please, [A]ink [D]without delay
[G]May I see[C] the dossier?
[G]And negotiate her pay?
So what does this [G]contract say?
Well...
The under[G]signed herein
to foresight friv [C]'ry
Or force my [G]jaw, no property
Be tough, sortude, or pervert
[C]What'd say?
De [A]facto habeas corpus laws
For [D]you and your grandfather's clause
Signed there, there, there, there, there
Thank [A]God that [D]settles
What does he expect us to do?
I'm confused
This tempo is preposterous
Just sign!
So now the time has come at last
To [Bbm]put the present in the past
It's time to [Eb]take the golden tour
And taste the tempting [Ab]treat du jour
The day is young, the sun is high
And [Db]so it's time to say goodbye
Goodbye! [E]No, strike that!
Re[E]verse it!
The next time I'll re[E]hearse it.
Get ready, [Eb]set, and on your marks,
[Eb]let's [F]go!
You're stupid!
[Bbm]You stink! I'm winning!
[Cm]You're fake!
Let's go!
[Bbsus4]On with the show!
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